
Me, too.
Which is why, when my 58-year-old inventor son Colin, then three years old, asked me, “Mom, which is more real, my dreams or yesterday?” I responded, genuinely thrilled at the imaginative reach of his young mind, “GREAT QUESTION, COLIN!”
Colin, friend (and his housemate, when home) Marita and I met downtown Bloomington today for breakfast. I took photos and wrote a post that documented that momentous occasion, the first ever, since his aortic catastrophe that left him paralyzed and with painful nerve damage, on August 16, 2023.
I write daily posts to update folks on Colin’s long, and at times arduous recovery process, during which he inspires all who either read the posts, speak with him on the phone, or visit him in person. Over and over again, I’ve heard, from various people, “whatever I’m going through, it’s nothing, compared to Colin.”
BTW: wordpress support recently insisted on updating my site and now I see that the first three posts they list as on 9/10/24, are NOT. Will get back to them. Grrr . . .
”And you? My teacher looked up, his left eyebrow arched, pencil poised. 'I want to do a paper on the concept of time.’” I mumbled, timidly. 'Time?' He sniffed. “I wouldn’t touch the subject. Too difficult.” — AK, 1967
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Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
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